"Yes..." After a moment of pause, he plucks a familiar beer tab off from where it was hanging off of Phalanx's side. "...You do. Like a little magpie."

He seems almost fascinated, actually. He's a collector too, but he keeps all of his things hidden away in his nest, where no one will ever see them. He suddenly wonders how old Phalanx is, something that had not occurred to him to wonder before.

"...Anything that anyone's gonna be mad about missing?" Vincent asks the important question, crossing his arms and frowning again.